“What the fuck?” Shane rubs his neck. He looks me up and down, clearly freaked out and definitely noticing me now.
“This is Wes,” Callie says, then trails off. Maybe she’s not quite sure how to explain me. I cock my head at Shane and glare at him.
“I heard about you.” He narrows his eyes at me.
“Put your hands on her again, and I will rip your throat out.” My voice is low and only for him and Callie to hear.
“Sorry, asshole, I’m talking to my wife.”
Again, a red veil falls over my vision.
“Easy, Wes,” Noah says from behind me. “Maybe let this… man, or whatever he is, talk.”
“You’re such an asshole, Shane,” Meadow says from next to Noah.
“Shut the fuck up, Meadow.” Shane shoots daggers from his eyes at Callie’s sister.
“Hey,” Noah says. I raise my eyebrows but don’t take my eyes off Shane.
“I want a divorce.” Callie’s voice is shaky. I hate the effect Shane has on her. “And my mother’s ring back. Why have you been hiding from me?”
“I’m down here for work, Callie. Jones sent me to set up the New York City fight club. So here I am.”
“Fucking Jones,” Callie says. I clench and unclench my fists.
“Hey, do you happen to know how he got his ass kicked in Boston? There are rumors, of course.” Shane slides a sharp look my way.
“I don’t care about Jones.” Callie reaches for her jacket, which I dropped when Shane had her wrist, and fishes around the inside pockets. “Here. Divorce papers. Sign them.”
Callie waves a packet of paper in the air.
Chapter 30
Guard Dog
CALLIE
“Not until we have a chance to talk,” Shane says. “We have unfinished business.”
I flinch and hate myself for it. I also hate his arrogant fucking face.
But he’s right. And there’s no way he has my mother’s emerald ring tucked away in the pocket of the joggers he pulled on after his fight. And the ring is half the point of even finding him. More than half the point.
Shane’s eyes drag up and down my body, and Wes takes another step toward him.
“Eyes on her face, fucker,” he practically growls at Shane.
Shane lets his gaze settle on me, then back to Wes. Then his eyes widen.
“Are you fucking him?” The rage that flares on Shane’s face terrifies me.
How the hell did he figure that out so fast? He’s going to hold that against me. He’s going to refuse to sign the papers or threaten me in some other way. He’s never, ever going to let me go.
Shane’s face is smug.
“Shut your mouth,” Wes says quietly. His words give me a rush of confidence.
“As if you didn’t sleep with other women. As if—” I cut off my sentence as my voice gets squeaky. I don’t want to acknowledge the way I felt when I found that pair of underwear shoved in his pocket. It shouldn’t have hurt me, not after how long our marriage had been dead, but it did. And I shouldn’t sound so hurt now.
